>HANNAH: Quit eating inedible things, go out and get some real food.

Yeah, you are really hungry. Also thirsty after that salt. You have spent long enough at this beach anyway, time to hit the road. Your choice of road-hitting machine is the beast that is the FORD F150. As you climb in you wonder where you should go, what type of food you should eat. Probably something healthy after all this, right?

>HANNAH: Time to eat some fake food.

Who are you kidding, you know you were always just going to get junk food again. You can't get enough of that plastic cheese pasted onto a growth hormone-filled meat patty. You can already picture the feeling of grease dripping down your chin. You think that fast food was probably the greatest invention for bringing the hedonistic pleasures of self destruction for short term gratification to the masses, now you don't have be a rich asshole to eat yourself to death. You start picturing the menus of various establishments around the island in your head, wondering what you should get.

>HANNAH: Eat the famous Poppy Burger.

Oh right, you promised your roommate Poppy you would try her bespoke burger. It still boggles your mind the circumstances that led to a career clown like her getting a deal to get a personalized food item on a restaurant menu. You pull into the offending establishment, McSilly's. McSilly's is a one of a kind place, it was a McDonalds pre-pandemic, but then with the drop in business the franchisee shut it down and couldn't find a seller until some eccentric rich retiree with a passion for clowns picked it up as something to occupy some time in some retirement. Poppy approached him, as a local working clown and he for some godforsaken reason he accepted, so now she has her own burger? You know that Poppy has a sort of large online following but she's nowhere near even a D list celebrity at this point, and you thought that the cutoff for getting food named after you even in your hometown would be around there. It probably has something to do with the fact that both poppy and the business owner are part of that recent clown-based social movement Poppy keeps trying to explain to you. Whatever, you can feel your eyes glazing over even thinking about it. What were you doing before this tangent? Oh right, you pull into the drive through and get the Poppy burger. Now you can tell her you tried it, and then go back to ordering your regular order, the baclown burger.